Midas

Well Blow Me Down.

I'm sitting here looking at two cheques made out to me. One is for £2,500; and the other is for £350. They both arrived today in the post - the first time the postman has made it to our house in his two wheel drive in five days, what with the snow.

So it's worked.

I really am going to rent out my home in its entirity. And be richly rewarded for doing so.

Now all I've got to do is to buy a high chair and a cot, and two blobs to go on the end of the strings that turn the lights on in the bathrooms.

I'm feeling a bit wobbly and spaced out about all of this. It has been a vision for so long. And now it is a reality.

So much less stressful than doing a proper job like the PR I used to do for so many years.

While these strangers are enjoying my house, I think I might go skiing!

And while the second lot are here, I have already accepted a kind invitation from my sister to go and stay in one of the most luxurious country estates there is, just outside Sienna, in Italy.

How hard can life be?

They always said my middle name was 'Midas'.